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“Awww,” they all groan but quickly ready themselves in five seconds flat.

“Damn! Mikayla has more control than Coach Cyrus,” Iris notes.

“That’s our girl,” Coach Cyrus announces. He’s now standing on the far left side with Assistant Coach Rose and Goalie Coach Silvers. I’m going to have to talk to her later and confirm I didn’t get offered anything just yet.

Maybe tomorrow or next week.

“Alright, Vipers! Say cheese!” Iris exclaims.

“CHEESE!”

Talk To Me

~WOLFGANG~

“There you are, Wolfgang.”

I blink out of my daze as I finish off my glass of champagne.

A hostess passes by right on time, giving me a chance to put the empty glass on their tray before giving Mishka my full attention.

She looks a bit tipsy from her seductive eyes, but she still looks stunning after a few hours at this venue.

“What are you doing here by yourself?” she inquires when she reaches me, her hand immediately wrapping around mine as she holds it firmly. “You’re missing the dance party.”

“Were you dancing?” I side-track her instead.

“I was,” she purrs and hugs me without delay. “It was so fucking fun. I haven’t seen Maddox and Damien on the dance floor since we were teens. Ace used to do dance competitions, remember?”

“I remember,” I reply.

“But you weren’t there,” she continues and pouts those perfectly red lips. Whatever lipstick brand she’s wearing can survive anything at this point.

Maybe survive having me kiss her like crazy.

“Did you want me there?” My voice dips as I get lost in her eyes, which dance with emotion.

She really noticed my absence.

“Yes. You’re a part of our crew, Wolfgang,” she points out the obvious. As though I’ve forgotten that I am a part of whatever this is.

“You don’t need me, though.” The words leave me before I can stop them. “You look perfect with Maddox, Damien, and Ace, Mishka.”

She frowns at my words before she glances around.

Where we’re standing, there aren’t many people, but it doesn’t eliminate the fact people can see what we’re doing or potentially hear what we’re discussing.

Aside from Iris, who got special permission to photograph the event from what Dakota announced, no other influencers were allowed entry to give the majority of players and guests extra privacy. Despite that, I don’t trust everyone here and the odd chance of them taking photos from afar.

I’m forced out of my thoughts because Mishka’s tugging on my hand and pulling me with her as she walks toward a hall that then leads to another hallway.

Before I can ask, we’re entering a single private bathroom that I feel isn’t dedicated to the general public at all. I don’t know how our girl knows the code to get in, but the door closes behind us just as the light from above turns on to reveal the very clean bathroom space.

It gives me vintage vibes with the pink and cashmere peach theme and gold hardware. The only thing not gold is the toilet, but even that looks fancy from the added functions on the side, which remind me of a bidet.

Moving me to the sink counter, she turns to face me before she offers her arms out to me.

“Up.”

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